The Mafia's Fierce Angel

Valerie Harlow isn't your everyday girl. She has a lot going on in her life already. She's fierce, she's sassy, she's a goal getter, she's firm and strong. She's confident and most of all she knows who she is.

When Valerie's mother, Martha is grabbed by the cold hands of cancer. Valerie has a goal to meet. She ventures down the part her mother has always warned her about. She auditions as a stripper for the Bardi's club.

Meeting Alessandro Lombardi wasn't a part of the plan.

Falling in love with the Mafia Don, certainly wasn't a part of the plan and having a part to play in the mafia's world was definitely not part of the plan.

With Alessandro's biggest enemy and rival after her. Valerie is stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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Alessandro ~

"Fuck! Right there. Harder!"

"Ah-Ah- it's so deep, fucking hell."

"Oh yeah. Oh yes! Hit it right there! Fuck me like the bitch that I am! Fuck yes!" I hissed, grabbing her torn panties and stuck it into her mouth, my hands gripping her neck

"Shut up." I snarled, pounding into her and groaning. She began to writhe beneath me, pools of tears threatening to fall down her eyes.

I pulled out of her, groaning in pleasure as I came all over her thighs.

I walked towards the table, pouring a glass of Barcadi and gulped it down, ignoring the tingling/ bitter sensation it left on my tongue.

"Get dressed and get out." I say to the lady laying on the bed. She leaned up, supporting her body with her elbows and stared at me.

"Don't I get to stay the night?" She asked sultrily, biting her lower lip and parting her thighs. I rolled my eyes, walking towards the chair, I took my pant

trousers I put there before I got into action, pulling a few stack of money from it and threw it at her. Her eyes widened upon seeing the stacks of money flung on her body

"Your work is done, get out." I barked, taking a cigarette out of my pockets along with the lighter and lit

"You speak of me like I am a hooker, you know, that's not very gentlemanly of you." The lady says and I sighed. Her voice was irritating enough as it is and I didn't need an headache to accompany it.

"Jasmine or is it Jemima-" I paused smoking, turning to look at her, eyebrows raised as I took a better look at the lady laying in the bed.

"Jennifer! My name is Jennifer." She stated, clearly pissed that i couldn't remember her name

"Yeah blondie. You're just a hooker like everyone at that place so stop with your Mary Magdalene attitude and get the fuck off that bed, scramble out of this place at once." I barked, this time making my voice firmer. I watched her hurriedly grab her clothes and rushed out of the room with a towel on her body.

I rolled my eyes, taking a deep puff of the cigarette and exhaled.

"Another one? I thought the red head would stick for a while with you." The familiar voice of Dante rang in the room. I turned to see the said man leaning against the door, his eyes roaming around the room and taking full description of its state.

"What's up?" I asked, taking in another puff

"Bad news, that's what's up. Morelli's people were supposed to deliver the stuff five minutes ago but they're late. We both know 'late' is nothing good." He says, cocking an eyebrow up.

I hummed, pouring another of the drink into my cup and took a sip, eyes back on the man still leaning against the door. "Give me five. We leave for the club and if they still aren't there then we know what that means." I say and he nodded, standing straight, his hands into the pockets.

"By the way, Father sent a message, he's coming back tonight." He tells me. I paused to look at him

"He'll be welcomed accordingly." I watched him shut the door, placing the burnt out cigarette against its plate and made my way into the bathroom.

Minutes later, I was dressed In a black leather pant trousers and white t-shirt, arms rolled to my elbows and hair combed with a strand falling to my forehead.

I stared at my reflection from the mirror, popping a mint sweet into my mouth.

I am Alessandro Lombardi.

I wouldn't say I'm a big deal but yes,

I am a big deal.

The name 'Lombardi' itself is a huge deal now imagine if you were to add 'Alessandro' to it. Big fucking deal. Being the one of the youngest elite business men,coupled with the fact that my father is one of the most powerful mafia Don in the underworld and I, his second in command and heir to the Lombardi throne.

I grabbed my phones and made my way downstairs where Dante, Louis and Alex were waiting. "Any news from them?" I asked, throwing my car keys to Alex who caught it gracefully.

"Yeah, they're at the club now but something tells me, we won't be having a good meeting." Dante says. I paused to look at him, his black hair was slicked back, eyes unfocused but I could tell he was racking his brain hard.

"Whatever it is, we can't solve it here." I tell him, patting his shoulders and made my way outside. The cars were already parked outside the house and I hopped in.

"What do we do if they are up to something? The club isn't the right place to do our dealings." Alex piped up from the drivers seat.

I hummed, taking a second to look at the commotion on the road as he drove. There's always one drama or the other in NewYork. At times, I wonder why father thought it was alright to make us move from Italy to this godforsaken place.

"I'm sure Morelli's second in command only came with about five men. We can take care of them without putting the clubs image at risk." I responded, locking eyes with the lanky man driving from the rear view mirror.

The club's still new, Mafia Don or not, I still have an image to protect outside as the ever graceful and intelligent business man. I can't let my 'untarnished' image be about gun violence.

A while later we arrived at the club, it's located in one of the most expensive parts of NewYork and all dealings are to be carried out in the underparts. It was designed specifically for this purpose.

"I'll meet you there in three, have Dante go with you and the others." I instructed, making my way into the club.

"Good morning sir, we weren't expecting you today. Should we have your regular available?" The newly appointed manager asks. I nodded as I took a look of the place again, turning to look at the tall lady. I cocked my head sideways on noticing she was very different from when she was hired and how she's been dressing since she began.

"What do you have on?" I snapped, taking a look at the skirt she had on, it was the most skimpiest fit for a manager. The shirt she had on looked something she should have worn five years ago and maybe it would have fitted her more. Now she looks like she's combusting, I looked at the button by her boob, it was literally fighting for life.

"Did you not read the terms and conditions because why are you dressed like a hooker on sale? Is this what Melinda told you? To dress like some bimbo?-"

"What? No- Sir- I promise that's not it, I-just, well." I rolled my eyes

"Are you dumb? Why the hell can't you get a sentence past your mouth? I need someone confident and not some insecure person with self esteem issues. Get your head in the game or you're fired. Get out of that trashy outfit you have on and please! Wear something befitting." I snapped.

I would've loved to stay and study everything here but unfortunately I can't. I still have to deal with Morelli's men. I rolled my eyes as she scampered away. All the other employees seemed uptight on hearing my outburst, just how I like them.

I paused my scrutinization on seeing a lady a accidentally bump into a waiter and had all the drinks on his part crash to the ground. I could feel an headache coming up already.

She immediately bent down, apologizing profusely at the waiter she just messed up, pushing her cross bag to her back. I scrunched my nose in irritation as she prickled her finger with a glass, immediately stumbling back in shock and landed on her butt.

I couldn't see her face but her voice alone was starting to irritate my ears. I didn't need to look at her twice to know she's definitely not the kind of clients needed in the club. She looked like she'd be mopping the floors in McDonald's or Starbucks. My gaze lingered on her worn out shoe and I couldn't help but feel pity for the sneakers now going through it's worst times. If the sneakers were to come back to life, it would run whenever it sees her.

I made a mental note to speak to the manager on allowing people of her mind into the club. It's a prestigious club and would be tainted if people were to get whiff of people like her in here.

I made my way to my office, wasting no time in getting to the under ground. I wouldn't want a fight to break out. I could hear voices coming from inside the room, a guard was stationed outside the room. He stood up tight, nodding at me and opened the door to the place.

Just like I said, Morelli's only provided right hand with five men. They were currently bickering with Dante. I couldn't help the frown that made it's way to my face. Dante was way to calm for this. Just too calm.

"That's enough, you've spent way too much time here than I would have liked." I raised my voice, sounding firmer and deeper. I made my way to where they were all sitting, Dante and Alex stood up on seeing me. I didn't miss the look of irritation that flashed through Morelli's right hand man 'Ferguson'. I took my seat at the crown of the table just as Dante and Alex sat down.

"Took you long enough. You know time is money and yet you made us wait here." Ferguson snapped. I cocked an eyebrow up as I looked at the tall lanky man, watching him lean against the chair in a bid to intimidate me.

"You were five minutes, twenty five seconds late. I suggest you shut that pit you call a mouth and get to business. Where is it?" I asked, draping an arm against the chair, leaning back as I watched him push a black box over to our side, glancing at Dante who nodded, taking the initiative to check out what was sent to us.

"Don't you trust Morelli? Why would we go through the stress of waiting if you're only going to bullshit out loyalty? Morelli's been doing business with your father for years now and there's been no complaint." Ferguson suddenly has a problem with us checking the stuff.

I cocked my head sideways, trying to seal the smirk threatening to show on my face.

"Why are you so bothered by me going through the normal protocol, Ferguson?" I asked, leaning closer to the table and grabbed the box, shoving it to Dante and Alex.

"Why would I buy something from you and not check it? Is that how Morelli does his business? That's a shitty way to do business and in our line of work. There's nothing like trust." I say, smirking on seeing the desperate look on his face. I glanced at Alex who had taken the powder of the seal it was, taking a chunk of it and tasting it.

Ferguson and his men gripping the areas their gun was located didn't go past me. I groaned internally, I was hoping for some peace in todays dealing but they're asking for problems.

Alex looked at me and shook his head. I turned to see Ferguson's shocked face as he stared at the powder and Alex.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Where's the trust you were going all high and mighty about?" I mocked, throwing the powder at him, immediately signaling for Dante to call our people in and just at that time, Ferguson thought it was a wise idea to point his gun at me.

"I- I didn't know about this. You have to believe me." He yelled, raking his hair frustratedly.

"You're the one with the gun yet you're the one explaining and loosing calm? That's funny." I mocked, keeping him distracted as my men crowded the room from all sides while he was loosing rest.

He looked around the room to see his men all powerless, their guns taken from them, leaving him as the only one with a gun. "What? That's not right! I told you we we didn't know about this shit." He yelled and I rolled my eyes, watching him try to shoot but nothing was coming out except from the pathetic sound the gun let out.

"Give it up, all of your guns are without billets. I have no issues with all of you and because I am so kind and generous, the five of you can go." I say to the men who were escorted away by my men

"What the fuck are you doing, Alessandro?" Dante gritted out but I ignored him.

"You have to believe me, that was what we were given. We didn't tamper with the goods. I promise." Ferguson yelled. I rolled my eyes, taking out my gun and pointed it at the said man whose eyes widened ridiculously, staggering back immediately.

"No-no- please." He cried out and

BANG...

He fell to the ground, clutching his chest even though he was shot on his forehead. I rolled my eyes, throwing the gun at Alex.

"What the fuck, Alessandro? You know we needed that man! He could've given us more information. Letting those five go. What even goes through your mind. How can you behave so recklessly. Not only did you let those hipsters go freely, you shot the only man that could've helped us with Morelli and whatever he is planning. You might have put the club and out image at risk. What the fuck again!" Dante yelled at me, gripping the last root to his hair in anger.

"Clean him up and send him to the Morelli's residence, attach a note that reads 'Don't try double crossing us again if not, your real right hand will be the one in this' I instructed Alex who nodded, getting to work with the other men.

I cracked my knuckles, making my way out of the place, leaving a baffled Dante behind as I made my way to my office. Not even ten seconds later, Dante came barreling.

"What did you mean when you said 'Morelli's real right hand?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. "You really thought that doofus was Morelli's right hand? I'm surprised especially since you've been in the business longer than I have been." I say, picking my phone and left him there to rethink what he thought he knew.

I still have a club to run and not just one but hundreds of club to run. My phone began to ring, I paused In my steps to reach for the phone in my pocket. Suddenly I was being bulldozed out of the way, gripping on the railings behind me for support.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." The lady apologized. I opened my mouth to give her a mouthful but she was suddenly walking away. From the pale while top she had on and worn out blue jeans, I recognized her as the same lady who had knocked over the waiter earlier and ended up with a glass in her finger.

"Why do I have to do it? Aren't you older than me? Stop being a fucking baby and behave your age. I'm tired of cleaning up your mess! Stay with mom till I get there. Yes, I have some money. Argh..I hate you so much. I love you too." I was beyond confused. I stood there watching the lady stomp away while yelling on-top her voice. How do you hate someone and also love them?

I kept staring at her retreating figure till she walked out the door. This is the second time I'm meeting her and she's made a very annoying and irritating impression already.